Twenty three: The Thought Of Him Amidst All

Carlos' POV 

I dragged my feet as I got into Jonathan's study room.

What could be so important that he disrupted me from my pleasant time?

I didn't stop mumbling until I got in where I met him seated on his chair and staring at a book.

I hissed, “So you read about wealth now? Thought you've made it all?” 

“What the hell do you think you did back there?” Straight to topic. He didn't even follow my lead and joke around a little.

“Kissing my boyfriend?” I replied, sitting on his table.

“You disgraced this family! Your uncles, your cousins---they all saw that!” He nagged, banging his hands on the table.

“Yeah, and my aunties too. You forgot to include them.” I started rolling my eyes and looking away.

He scoffed, “I see I've let you grow wings?” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I don't say anything, as much as his words scare me.

He could be up to something dangerous. Something I might have no choice to comprehend.

“There'll be a family meeting to do tomorrow. Let's see you confess your love officially before them tomorrow.” He lashed out and stormed, “Get out of my office!”

I wanted to say something, but that'll only make it worse.

A family meeting? 

The words resounded in my head as I left his study room.

I glanced back once to look at him. I couldn't read him even if I tried, but I know whatever he was doing was to make me pay. I didn't even disobey him did I?

All I did was kiss my pretentious boyfriend and took him up to have a nice fuck with him.

I closed the door gently and heaved a sigh of relief.

I bit my lips softly, recalling the moment I just had with Travis. Like I hadn't just had a threatening moment with Jonathan.

 Did I ever confess it was the best moment of my life, having Travis on my bed? 

I walked into my room, stumbling upon the messy bed.  I laughed out loud and hopped on the bed.

The bed smelled like him and cum.

My eyes caught his underwear. A black trunk with a wet crotch. So he was already in bed when we got to the room?

Ugh!!!

I don't think I can ever get over this night. The feeling. The pleasure. The haptic touch. It's all over my head, drowning me in.

I gasped, grabbing the covers upon myself. “Harder!" mimicked his voice, giving a moan like him. He moans like a baby being tortured by love. I like it.

I should get some sleep and face my entire family tomorrow.

What for exactly?

Because I'm gay?  

That's lame. Uncle Tim is gay... Bisexual. But, he was never told to explain his sexuality to the family was he?

What does our sexuality have to do with the family anyway? 

Grandma always advised me that my love interest was mine to choose.

I still don't get why Jonathan says I must say it in front of the family?

What's the big deal?

There's something else behind his aim isn't there?

Ahhh!

I just hate him with all of my bones. And also the entire family too.

Don't know why I was ever born into this family anyway?

Everyone is after their own fame all the time. And ever since Jonathan got grandpa's position as Alvarez's heir, the hate in their hearts had only grown worse.

I hate to be caught up in the family's conflict, however being Jonathan's son already gives enough reason for them to hate me.

Many said he bought his way to the position they all desire. While few others said he actually casted a spell on grandpa.

The accusations may look lame, but I might as well just believe them.

Enough of Jonathan though. The thought of him seems to spoil every good moment.

His name should have been terror rather than Jonathan, because he literally causes fear and hatred.

Why I'm I ruining my beautiful night by worrying about his petty little threat? 

We both know amongst the rest of the family, I'm the only one he can rely on. I'm his blood, his only heir. He definitely needs me. I know he does.

“Travis.” I muttered his name. 

I must confess that man is as sweet as a lollipop candy. He turned every part of me on.

Although we didn't spend much time having sex because Jonathan barged in, those few moments did it for me.

I feel like a whole new person.

When I get back to Stanley, I'm sure he'll see the changes. That I also can' t be good in bed. He said before that he didn't enjoy me.

Wait until he sees me now, he'll be tripping. I swear it.

I owe all this pleasure to Travis I guess.

I don't know who the hell that man is, but he is a great fucker. He's got raw power in him.

Damn! We can have a threesome. That'll work if Stanley comes back to me. Probably before our little contract expires.

I heaved a sigh of relief and rolled over on the bed.

My whole mind is flooded with the thought of his giant eggplant between his legs. I call it eggplant because it was more like a purple color stained with mud.

I know it. I'm probably going to close my eyes and dream about him. Did this man bewitch my drink and cast a thinking spell upon his manhood?

I'm literally falling for that thing. 

Lord have mercy, but I want to suck him once more tonight.

My hand is rubbing my soft dick. My fingers pressing the head gently and through the tiny opening.

I imagined Travis before me doing the stroking instead of my hand.

It's crazy because, usually Stanley's face comes up. But today, today it's different. I see Travis instead.

At least there's something good about him. But only this one thing though.

There are a lot of bad things about him though. His rude, puts up a character and he's disobedient.